If my surreal pattern of thought leaves me battered without
A way to escape only conscious of doubt
With fear in my veins and sanity underplaced by my race
And no space to shoot for survival
I am sure I will face many days and decades of waste
Of time so misplaced I will cry
And when at last time reaches my pace and flies by
I'll be so amazed that I
Can only utter words without much grace maybe
Something will escape
My mouth and the maze of vocal chords, find out when
You hear men say "Eh"
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